Saturday Night At The Movies With Thoughts Of Jack

'Allo,

I don't remember waking up this morning any m ore that I remember falling asleep last night.  All I know is that Jack has been on my mind. 

You probably think I do nothing all the day long except think about Jack.  Trust me, Jack does invade my thoughts quite a bit and I know I am heavy in my conversation about him with my friends and co-workers, but my true goal is to fall out of love with Jack. (I'll explain that later)

I am pretty normal by most standards.  I have a day job that I hate, I have a few friends that I trust, many acquaintances.  I like strange combinations of music just like I like strange combinations of men.  I won't say that I don't drink or smoke, but which of the two I do is of no real relevance.  Oh, and I am way over 18.

Last night, I spent some time hanging out with my buxom blonde friend, Julie.  We ordered pizza and watched Nicolas Cage movies, starting with 'Knowing'.  That was strange.  Anyhoo, Julie give me the look of sympathy when I mention Jack to her.  I knew the look was coming when I slipped his name into a short sentence asking her for a referral to her dentist because I chipped a tooth and I wanted to have it fixed before I saw Jack in April.

There it was.  Julie's chin dips down while her eyes mimic those of a sleepy hound dog.  "Chi, you're going through with this Las Vegas thing?", she asked gingerly.

"Yeah, well...the plans have already been made and....I really...I really just want to see Jack.  I really do...", I stammered like a kid who stole something and got caught with it.

"Chi...", she replies with a deep exhale, "Can you handle it?  Can you handle not getting even more caught up in his mess...?"

"I will be fine", I lied cheerfully.  "I'm ready for this, you know.  I haven't seen him in a while and this will be good for just catching up...you know, like catching up with a long lost friend...."

Julie actually let me off the hook, but I never got that dental referral.

When I got home last night, I actually did think of what I would say to Jack.  So, I practiced in front of the mirror.  I spoke to the mirror as if I he were the mirror.  It was a bit of improv acting, but I wanted to see what my body language, my facial expressions and what I did with my arms and hands.

You see, Jack is a writer and he absorbs information auditorily.  So, when I speak to him, it should flow like words from the page of a book.

And it will...